Neo cried, tears staining his smooth cheeks. But Raze found himself wanting to see more of those tears.
There was no longer a cold or distant gaze in Neo's eyes like he was familiar with. This pained, but pleasurable gaze was way more suitable for Neo, Raze believed.
The frown he was accustomed to on Neo's features was no more. In its place was unhidden desire, disbelief yet eagerness.
Raze pumped three fingers into Neo, reaching for that spot that Neo kept crying to leave alone while writhing underneath him.
"Slow, hng, slower. Not there, please…"
Words he had never heard Neo use before, they didn't stop flowing from his mouth now. And Raze was enjoying every second of it.
He drove Neo to the edge and almost thought of leaving him there, just to see the look on face. But the desire to know what Neo looked like when he came undone was greater than any other depraved longing.
